Pages

Sunday, October 30, 2011

As with all of my vacations upon checking in, the first thing I do is examine the bathroom facilities. This is important because usually it’s the only personal time I get on a trip, and the more noises I make behind that closed door, the more alone time I receive. Our cruise to the Bahamas was no different. We had arrived on the boat at 12:30 only to find our rooms would not be ready until 1:30, which really confused me. I mean, it’s not like a guest had just checked out. The boat had been in port for several hours. Surely, they didn’t wait until just before we boarded to remember to clean the ship. Yet, by the look of the toilet, they had done just that. Luckily, along with the small container of lotion and brand new Bic razor, they also provided a worn-out toilet brush.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I don’t like the heat; or rather it doesn’t like me. My low blood sugar seems to turn me into a puddle of Jell-O faster than the average person and soon I look like a dying jelly fish stranded on the shore. I don’t mind going to the beach, however, as long as I have my umbrella to keep me in the shade and no one tries to coax me into the water or out into the sun. It’s the atmosphere of the beach I relish; not the beach itself. If we could transport it into an air conditioned enclosure, it would be perfect. So, when the girls got excited about a cruise they wanted to go on obviously I had mixed emotions.

Click to

Follow by Email

About Robbie

The Mess That Is Me is merely my unique observations that sometimes find themselves hiding in the dark corners of a twisted mind. It is a sampling of what clutters my desk and fills the manila envelopes that find their way to editors In-boxes. If you enjoy what you read, please share the URL.

I live in sunny Florida where I spend my days taxiing the family to various places while jotting down the many crazy thoughts inside my head. I enjoy a freelance career writing for several magazines sharing some of my interesting viewpoints on life and those around me. I can usually be found on my back porch watching the squirrels chittering at the birds while enjoying a cigar, a scotch, and the many characters that talk to me inside my head.

My manuscripts have appeared in religious, parenting and retirement magazines, along with a ghost story or two. I am the author of the short story, Circle of Justice and the novella, Reaping the Harvest, both of which can be found at Smashwords.com, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon. Feel free to visit, strike up a chat and share a story or two with me.